Adventurers Guild

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Edgar the Poet

Description:

In his youth, Edgar was very superficial. He’d lavish his attention the rose petals but ignore the stem, its roots, the soil. “Make beautiful things,” he once called to his wife as he trotted up the hill towards the monastery, leaving her to toil in the garden. When Old Man Time decided to shape Edgar in his own image, Edgar couldn’t consolidate his spiritual need for beauty with his physical decrepitcy. He didn’t feel ugly, though, and he certainly didn’t feel he made the world ugly. If he could find beauty in his old bones, then he could surely find beauty in the ugliest sub-terrain death-lord murder-king. With that in mind, Edgar became an adventurer at the tender age of seventy-two.

Poems
by Edgar the Poet

#1
Gods haunt the forest
Men are plants are not a thing
The dew fills its dam

#9
Write my epitah
In stone, on stone, never wood
Dead men never learn

#10: Barinan’s Glory (And Our Folly)
Itsy bitsy spider crawled up the Underdark
Down came the Monk, and broke three spiders’ hearts
Out came the Drow, and massacred our friends
So itsy bitsy spider owned the Underdark again